Thursday, April 29, 2010

Pissy Hubby

Yes, the house is messy. No, I didn't slave away to clean it because
OMG I haven been home, and now you have to help. Quit being a total
pissy bastard and just suck it up.

I am not responsible...

For shit I hit with my car backing out of the garage. Period.


I *do not* routinely check underneath or behind my car before getting into it and driving away. I was educated at a state school in Florida, not by the g-damn Secret Service. If I could carry a gun, then maybe I would…nah, I still wouldn’t do it.


So, beware! Golf clubs, step ladders, tools, helmets, balls, spray cans, garbage, dumbbells, midgets, deer and unicorns – I will run over you!

Monday, April 26, 2010

don't turn my kid into a mall rat!

Thanks to the social networking site that starts with an F and ends with a K, I learned that my daughter, over the weekend, spent hours unsupervised at the mall.  
She was spending the night with a friend.  The parent in charge dropped the two girls off to meet up with several other friends.  Together they roamed the mall with no parent keeping them in check.  Age?  12.

  I don't like for my older teenager to do this.  I think malls are a hotbed of materialism.  What they don't see they won't be tempted to buy.  But mostly I worry about perpetrators lurking.  And the temptation to shoplift, which common sense tells me probably increases the longer kids are left on their own.  

I can hardly believe that so many parents dropped their kids off and agreed to this arrangement.  Am I over protective? Out of touch?  A fuddy-duddy mom?  I let my kids take long walks in the woods behind our house... I let them ride their bikes and wander around the neighborhood without supervision.  But the mall?  

Is it just me?  


Before you go telling me how inappropriate my daughters hair cut and color(s) is, you might want to consider something. My daughter listens to me and is well behaved. Yours is addicted to the internet and so spoiled she can be heard whining from down the block. Who is the bad parent here?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Do you not have an editor?

Just finished the second Sookie Stackhouse novel by Charlaine Harris.  In the first book Bill, one of the main characters, had five children and his name was William Erasmus Compton.  In the second book, he said he had three children, one of whom died in infancy, and his name is William Thomas Compton.  For real, Charlaine?  From one book to the next, such a major inconsistency?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Sandra Bullock Photographed Without Her Wedding Ring

Why exactly is this news?

What I'd love to see is Sandra Bullock photographed with Jesse James' balls on her keychain.

Mostly Wordless Whining

Are you implying that my feet look fat?

Saturday, April 17, 2010

You really piss me off...

For the past year we have had a great time together. We had date nights, you liked the same thing i was into, we cared about each other, and the sex was fantastic! So help me understand why you have to be such a dumbass? I have loved you more than anyone in my life; and you pissed it all away! I haven't heard from you in just shy of 2 weeks; all over a fight and pride. Well I am sorry, but you are almost thirty, you need to grow up... take the nipple out of your mouth, and become a man. You live at home, you work for your parents, and you can't even drive a car! What do you want me to say? Especially when you start the fight with me. All b/c you won't drive, and I get annoyed with it. Hello?! I am your girlfriend... not your mom!
I love you; but I don't want a guy with a petter-pan complex in the long run. Soulmate or no. You want to live in some kind of dream world and hide from the real one. I work hard, I am independent, and ambitious, and you have the nerve to say it's a bad thing? That your looser way of life is better b/c you have no "wants" in life? WTF?! I am sorry to inconvience you with with my plans for my life, at least i have some. Not all of us want to do "nothing" in life.
So now we are not talking; both of us have too much pride I guess. I am not going to chase you. I am not going to beg. I am done trying. The thing that really pisses me off is I can't get you off my mind. I really have it bad for you, and I don't even now why. So if you can dismiss me after all of the wonderful things we have had together, then Fuck You doll.

Friday, April 16, 2010


I seriously yearn to go shopping. I hate crowds. I don't have anything to wear. I don't REALLY need to shop for clothes, I DO need to do laundry. *wimper*

Wednesday, April 14, 2010


In the past three weeks I have had my house broken into, and had to rush halfway across the country because my family was worried that my grandfather was dying. Then my aunt and I spent 5 days taking 12 hour shifts at his bedside because the rest of the family had worn themselves down from doing it and were in bed sick. Then while I was there my doctor calls me and tells me I need to have a biopsy done to make sure I don't have cancer. I finally make it home after fighting to keep my grandfather alive and then my sweet little dog gets out of the backyard and goes missing. I then find out the next day that she was hit by a car. After I spent 24 panicked hours trying to find out if she was ok and where she was and finally get her home I let you know. You then reply that I should come over to your house because "you are stressed and need attention". Really?! YOU are stressed? I can't imagine why! You seem to have pretty much checked out while I was going through all this, so WHAT could you POSSIBLY be stressed about?!

my hand hurts

my thumb is messed up. my wrist is sprained. i've had to over use the other hand for 10 days now and it's sore. however, i just slammed my injured hand into the door jam. i think i am a danger to myself. i need a bubble.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Listen up spammers!

Your chinese spam is cute how you do it in different colors. But, I was really looking forward to 15 legitimate new whines today. thanks for nothing.

Friday, April 9, 2010

you don't know

Why is it when it comes down to what you want, what you really want, others seem to always know better?  Whether it is what food to eat, where to eat it, when to eat it...or maybe it is bigger, more important who you love, who you want to be with and when you want to be with them.  We all make our own choices, don't we?  And in the end, we all must only answer to ourselves.  So why is it that I am always worrying about what others will think, if I am doing the "right" thing?  WTF?  Who really determines what the right thing is?  Shouldn't it be ME?  Making those decisions for me, my kids?  For my happiness?
Okay, I feel a bit better now. 
Even if my whine has bothered some of those I am worried about pleasing, I am keeping it the way it is.  And remember, I love you all!!
posted by that girl

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Annoying and Flattering

When I post something on my blog and my father calls me to comment on it.

Because, yes, it's flattering that he cares enough to call, but also annoying because I'm aware of him reading while I'm writing.

Friday, April 2, 2010

I'm trying here

Hey. I know you have a hardass for a boss, and you have to pay two women child support every month. I know what your mother is like - I've been married to your brother for almost five years now. So you totally earned your vacation. That is not in dispute.

And truly, your brother and I were so excited when you said you wanted to come visit us for your vacation. We haven't seen anyone in three months, having moved 12 hours away from, well, pretty much everybody we know. Your nephew and nieces were terribly excited, too - they love to see their uncle! He's so fun! He reads stories and plays and treats them like people, not just annoyances.

But you brought your friend. The lush. The dude that your brother dislikes for being a total a-hole to you on a regular basis for the last, oh, ten years or so. And he slept on my floor for five days. And told me about his sexual exploits with his ex-girlfriend. And, oh yeah, completely ignored the fact that my kids lived here and acted like they were jerks for wanting to do the same thing they do every morning EVER, FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS (watch PBS, by the way) because he was too busy SLEEPING OFF HIS HANGOVER. One day, your brother got up for work at the same time you two were getting in in the morning. Seriously? But again, it's your vacation, I'll bite my tongue, and hope you have a great vacation.

I thought I'd gotten over it until I heard that you took off for another night out with this SAME LUSH this week and were gone for two days. Really? How did work like that? How'd your three kids like that? Hope you make it home in time for the Easter Egg Hunt on Sunday, jerk. Oh, and btw, Grandma's sister died. Your mom's been trying to get ahold of you, but for some reason, you haven't been returning her calls. You might want to call Grandma.